He is darling starlight, he is the sky, but he is shaken by a mortal touch.
Gods would weep below his hands, so powerful, yet to my fingetips he melts.
Dear kindhearted monster, bare your fangs at me; I will sharpen them with my soft heart.
May your power only quake at the sight of my grace, may your strength kneel at the feet of my love like a lost pup.
You could tear gods from thrones, kings from castles, and the world would burn at your feet.
May my loving embrace return your rage to it's cage in my chest.
May you only tug up on your tight leash, held firm in my affectionate grasp.
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The Bardic Book
Fantasycollecting all my poems, odes, lyrics, letters, notes and ect to find in NPC pockets here. if you want to feel the drama from what is essentially burned, stained, folded and torn paper scraps, this is that.
